Confess Your Sins to Me (2)

Note: I lied. Don’t get hooked on this thinking that there could always be more, although I’ll say that I think I can do one more… I only wrote this because I loved these characters so much, and I wanted to seal my damnation, apparently. Oh well. In addition, my timeline got wonky. This starts at the end of August; Ezekiel’s birthday is in July. P.S. I love semicolons! P.P.S. If you didn’t know already, I have no religious affiliation at all. Completely agnostic.

Confess Your Sins to Me
Part 2

The summer passed slowly, and the two sinful lovers found little time to spend together outside of church functions –where they had to be on their best behavior. With the arrival of Caleb’s replacement, Father Michael, the two no longer had a private place to come together either, and as long as Caleb was still in the employ of the church, he was not allowed to move.
“Do you like Father Michael?” Ezekiel asked as the two sat in a pew in the back of the church while Michael ran his first confessional.
“He’s nice, very green yet, but he seems eager to please.” Caleb nodded. “He’s unusually young but that’s not really important.”
“With him here now, we have no place to go.” Ezekiel’s hand touched Caleb’s knee, “And we’ve still got a while before you can move into your own place...”
“And you’re moving into the dorms next week.”
Ezekiel nodded, “Yeah, so that could come in helpful.”
Caleb nodded, putting his hand on top of Ezekiel’s, “And even if it doesn’t, a few months aren’t going to change how I feel, Ezekiel.”
“I know.”
Caleb looked up, his fingers lacing with Ezekiel’s on top of his knee, his eyes meeting those of the statue over looking the nave. The sound of the doors closing loudly behind them in the entry made both of them flinch and the two unwillingly pulling their hands apart. They had just put a safe distance between them selves when an older, grey-haired woman walked in, leaning heavily on a cane.
“Good evening, Father.” She slid heavily into the pew in front of them, “Zeke.”
“Good evening, Grace.” Caleb nodded, “How are you tonight?”
“Besides the usual aches and pains, I’m just spiffy.” She smiled, “How’s your Grandmother, Zeke?”
“She’s fine,” Zeke shrugged.
“I take it that the newbie is running the confessional tonight, Father?” Grace arched an eyebrow.
“If you are referring to Father Michael then yes, he is.” Caleb smiled, “However, if you prefer, I would be more then happy to listen to you in the office, Grace.”
“That’s alright; I suppose one priest is just as good as another.” She shook her head, looking off into space for a minute before turning back to the pair, “You two look pretty comfortable. What are you talking about?”
“Nothing really,” Caleb shook his head. “I was just admiring the crucifix actually.”
“I always thought that old thing looked pretty sad.” Grace commented, taking a glance at it, before shrugging, “I prefer crosses over a Jesus on the crucifix in church altars any day –like the one they have over at St. Peter’s.”
“I think it’s beautiful,” Caleb countered.
“It makes me depressed.” Grace scoffed, then realized what she had said, and apologized.
Caleb laughed, “No, I see where you’re coming from Grace. It is depressing, but there is often a beauty in sadness.”
Grace murmured agreement as the door to the confessional swung open, Ezekiel’s mother stepping out of it, and the red light over it turned off.
“Zeke, are you ready to go Honey?” She asked, slinging her purse over her head.
“Um, I think I’m going to hang out around here, actually. –If that’s OK I mean.” Ezekiel looked at his Mother first, then at Caleb.
She sighed, rolling her eyes, “You spend so much time here that I shouldn’t have bothered to ask. You’ll call if you’re going to be out late?”
Ezekiel nodded, “Yeah.”
“I’ll drive him home, Rachel.” Caleb promised, “Don’t worry.”
“Thank you, Father.” She smiled, pulling her hair back into a ponytail before pressing a kiss to Ezekiel’s cheek. “If I don’t see you when you come home –good night…”
“Good night, Mom.” Ezekiel watched her turn, moving towards the doors.
“Are you sure you want to sit here?” Caleb asked, after Grace had moved to the confessional.
“I want to be as close to you as possible.” Ezekiel slid closer to him again so that their bodies were touching, his hand sliding along Caleb’s thigh, “I know you’re against ruining the sanctity of the Church, but…” He pressed his lips to Caleb’s in a chaste kiss, before looking away, “Ugh, do you have any idea how hard this is?”
“Of course I do,” Caleb nodded, taking Ezekiel’s hand, pulling it away from his thigh. “It’s just as frustrating for me as it is for you, especially after…twenty four years of celibacy and sexual abstinence.”
“…Shouldn’t you say thirty four?”
“That would be a lie.” Caleb countered.
Ezekiel sighed, “Are our lives really going to be that different after you’re not a priest anymore? Are we still going to have to hide?”
Caleb shrugged, “I think that, seeing as how I’ll be staying in the area, and people will know me, and they obviously know you…assumptions are going to be made if we flaunt the fact that we are…a couple.”
“People are going to think that you abused me aren’t they?” Ezekiel sighed.
“Probably,” Caleb nodded. “But we both know that…that isn’t true.”
“But how are we going to convince people of that?” He sighed, shaking his head. “No one is going to just believe us….”
“I know, but the only people that it really matters that they believe us or not are your parents.” Caleb looked up, “No one else in town can bring charges against me but them.”
“What if someone makes up a story –hears a rumor about you and me, and then someone else steps forward and…what if this all turns into a big mess.”
“If it does, then…we’ll deal with that. If I’m questioned, I won’t lie, Ezekiel. I have loved you since you were fourteen, but nothing happened then. I never touched you, and I never allowed you to touch me.”
“We did share a bed.” Ezekiel reminded him.
Caleb sighed, “And I realize now that it was a stupid choice that could get us into trouble, but…I wouldn’t exchange those nights for anything in the world. The only times I am happier then looking at you, are when I am doing my work…and the parish knows that.”
“I’m sorry; all of this is my fault.”
“Don’t apologize for something that hasn’t even happened yet.” Caleb pressed his lips to Ezekiel’s temple, “Nothing is going to happen to us, and even if it does…we still have three and a half months to prepare for that. We don’t have to fix everything so far in advance, Ezekiel.”
“When are we going to tell my parents?” Ezekiel asked, “They both respect you so much…”
Caleb sighed, “I think you should tell them about your sexuality first. I will come later.”
Ezekiel bit his tongue, “I don’t know if I can do that alone, Caleb. My parent’s are devote Catholics—”
“So are you.” Caleb reminded him.
“—they don’t believe in homosexuality. What if they disowned me?”
“Your parents love you. Would it make you feel better if I were there?”
“Yes…but I want you there as my lover, not my priest,” Ezekiel looked up at him, and sighed. “But that means waiting until January.”
“Stop trying to fix all of our problems in one evening, Ezekiel. You are to beautiful to get worry lines this early in your life.” He shook his head, resisting the urge to brush the expression of frustration from Ezekiel’s face, instead squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Can we agree not to agonize over this anymore tonight?”
Ezekiel nodded, “Okay.”
“It’s nearly ten…after I tell Father Michael to lock up; do you want me to take you home?”
“I’d rather we could find somewhere we could be private…”
“I’m sorry we lost our place, but there really wasn’t a lot I could say about it.”
“It’s alright…I’ll just have to masturbate thinking about you until we can be alone.”
Caleb shook his head, “I’m going to be absolving the most horrible of sins from you for months, aren’t I?”
“Is it possible to absolve anything that may or may not happen in say the next…four months? All in one fell-swoop, I mean.”
“I’m fairly sure that I cannot absolve things that haven’t happened yet.”
“Could you say it anyway?” Ezekiel asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You mean: ego te absolve a peccatis tuis in nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti?”
“Yes…that’s the bit.” Ezekiel groaned, “I never tire of hearing you say that…what else can you say in latin?”
“Si tu dixero, necesse erit ut tu interficiam.”
“Excuse me?”
“If I told you, I would have to kill you.” Caleb teased.
“Shame on you; you shouldn’t say things like that!”
“It’s a pop culture reference, I’m sure God doesn’t mind.”
The two looked up as Grace exited the confessional, disappearing quickly from the Church before Father Michael stepped out of the other side, shaking his head, and rubbing his eyes.
“How’d it go?” Caleb asked as Michael sat on the pew in front of him.
“I was kind of fun for the first hour…then it got to be kind of depressing.” Michael yawned, shaking his head. “I’m certainly ready to turn in for the night.”
Caleb nodded, “Well, you know how to lock up. I told Rachel I would drive Ezekiel home. Double check that all of the candles are put out, I don’t want to come back to a blaze…”
“I will,” Michael nodded. “Drive safely, and I suppose I’ll see you when you get back.”
“I won’t be long.” Caleb stood, waiting for Ezekiel to stand and pull on his lightweight jacket.
“Good night, Father Michael.” Ezekiel nodded at him, flipping out the hood of his jacket, “See you tomorrow at mass.”
“Good night, Zeke.” Michael nodded at him watching the two of them exit the Church together.
Outside, Caleb unlocked the passenger side first before moving around the car to slide into the driver’s seat. He wasn’t ready for Ezekiel’s hands on his face, pulling him close, kissing him –every ounce of frustration he had pent up, pretty much since the arrival of Father Michael, urging their lips together until Caleb finally found the strength to push him away.
“Ezekiel!” He turned his head, catching his breath, “We aren’t even out of the yard yet!”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait.” Ezekiel’s fingers against his cheek turned his face back again, “I haven’t gotten to give you a decent kiss in nearly three weeks.”
“Have I been neglecting you?” Caleb asked, pressing a short kiss to his cheek before pushing the keys into the ignition.
“Yes you have, and I want to take this opportunity to release every bit of pent up dissatisfaction that I’ve felt the last three weeks.” Ezekiel sighed.
“We can’t, everyone knows this is my car. It would be no question as to whom at least one person inside was, and it’s fairly obvious who you are…”
Ezekiel groaned, “Then make me promise…”
“What?”
“Come to my school next weekend. I’ve already talked to my roommate; he’s one of those kids that go home every weekend. I’ll tell my parents that I want to get to know the campus better, and you can come, and no one there will know who you are.”
Caleb bit his lip, “What would my excuse for leaving for a weekend be? I really can’t leave Michael alone. This is his first assignment.”
“He’s been observing for how long? Let him have some responsibility. You can come on Friday night after you lock up, and leave and be back on Saturday morning before you open the doors –Father Michael will be by himself for like half an hour, tops.”
“I’ll think about it.” Caleb took Ezekiel’s hand, pressing his lips to his knuckles, “Now, are you going to let me drive you home?”
Ezekiel sighed, pulling his hand away, “I suppose I don’t have much of a choice. If we sit here much longer, Father Michael will probably get suspicious.”


Father Michael had already changed into his typical night-ware of a large white t-shirt, and heavy grey sweatpants when Caleb dropped his keys onto the table near the door.
“I thought you would have slunk into bed already after your evening of listening to the entire town’s woes.” Caleb pulled the white tab from his collar, “Something bothering you, Father Michael?”
Michael swirled the ice and water in the bottom of the tumbler he had been drinking from, obviously wishing he had chosen something else, “How long has Zeke had a crush on you?”
“Excuse me?” Caleb’s eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat.
“I saw him kiss you through the window when I went to put out the candles in the foyer.”
“So you were spying?” Caleb nodded, unbuttoning his collar.
“No, I wasn’t spying. I just happened to look out the window and saw your car still sitting in the lot.” Michael looked up, his expression unreadable. “Is he the reason you’re leaving Saint Joan’s?”
Caleb bit his tongue before he nodded, “He is part of the reason.”
“So how long has this been going on?”
“It’s not what you think, Michael, so don’t even start.”
“So you’ve never abused him?”
“I would never abuse him or any of the others in my parish.” Caleb shook his head. “If you knew anything about me or him, you would know that wasn’t even a question.”
“And yet you still won’t tell me when all of this started.” Michael shook his head.
“Nothing started until he turned eighteen, Michael.”
“And what about before then?”
“Absolutely nothing that would constitute abuse. Stop trying to turn this into something it’s not. I’m giving up a job that I love—”
“That’s what this is to you, isn’t it; a job?” Michael sighed, rolling his eyes, “This isn’t a job, Caleb. This is life. If you fuck up my chance of making a decent impression on this town because they think that I’ll be just like you –fucking their kids, I will never forgive that.”
“I have never had sex with him.” Caleb narrowed his eyes, “Don’t assume. I take my place here very seriously. I don’t need a twenty-eight year old who thinks that just because he went through the system a little faster then everyone else, he’s holier then anyone else who bares the title of Priest. I know that a place in the clergy is a life, and I’ve had my fill of it and now I want to explore other options outside of religion.”
“So you’re quitting the clergy to take up an 18 year old gay lover? What a brilliant plan, Caleb.” Michael shook his head, “I hope that works out for you.”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you Michael. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed. Good night.” Caleb brushed past him, surprised as Michael reached out, grabbing his arm. “What?”
“Answer my questions…I won’t judge you anymore.”
“You’ve already judged me.”
“And I apologize for that. I shouldn’t have let my imagination get a head of me.”
Caleb took his arm away, crossing his arms over his chest, turning back, “What do you want to ask?”
“I want a straight answer; when did the two of you know that you had feelings for one another?” Michael sat back down, looking up at him.
“Four years ago.”
“And you never touched him?”
“Not the way you think.”
“What have you done with him?”
“Before or after he turned eighteen?”
“Is there a difference?”
“We never did anything besides kiss before he turned eighteen, much to his dismay. I never gave into him despite his many pleadings of wanting a more physical relationship.”
“And what about now?”
“I already told you, we haven’t had sex.”
“But what do you consider sex, Father?” Michael raised an eyebrow.
“I consider anal intercourse to be sex, Father.” Caleb shook his head, “What does it matter? We haven’t done anything wrong.”
“You’ve done plenty wrong.”
“You said you wouldn’t judge me anymore.”
Michael bit his lip, taking a moment to collect his thoughts again after his outburst, “Do his parents know?”
“You are the only person that knows anything. I trust that you won’t make an issue of this, Michael. Everyone will know come January when you take over St. Joan’s, and I move on.”
“Do you really think that they’re going to accept this?”
“It doesn’t matter what other people think, Michael. We love each other, and that is all that matters.”
“He’s eighteen years old, Caleb! He doesn’t know what he wants! He can’t know what he wants!” Michael shook his head,
“He’s stood by me faithfully for four years. I have confidence that we can make something between the two of us work, whether this town likes it or not.”
“Did you try not to have these feelings?”
“Michael that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard! I prayed for months that I wouldn’t feel this way about him, but God apparently hasn’t been listening. We both prayed for this to stop. I want to be a good priest and a good follower of the Faith and if that means accepting my self for who God has made me to be and leaving this church, then that’s what I’m going to do.”
“And there’s no way that I, or any one else can help?” Michael asked.
“I don’t need help, Michael.”
“How can you say that?” Michael asked, shaking his head, “You’re sick, both of you are!”
“If we’re sick, then God will understand our actions when the time comes.” Caleb shrugged, “And if we’re not sick, and are already condemned to an eternity of hellfire and damnation, we’re prepared for that. We’re still good Christians.”
Michael was quiet, looking away from him before speaking up, “I suppose you’re swearing me to secrecy?”
“I would prefer for you not to tell anyone about us, yes. Ezekiel and I want his parents to know first, and we’ve decided not to tell them until after my resignation is complete.”
Michael nodded, “I understand.”
“Then I can trust you?”
“I’m a priest –it’s my job to keep other people’s secrets, isn’t that right?”
“You weren’t meant to see, Michael. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s better that I know now so I can defend you later if necessary.”
“Don’t protect me if you don’t believe in me.” Caleb shook his head, “Good night, Michael.”


“What’s the matter?” Ezekiel looked surprised as Caleb pulled him into one of the offices in the back of the church, a while before Michael was to start his Sunday sermon.
“Michael knows.”
“What do you mean?”
“I told you someone would see us in the car last night.”
“Oh…” Ezekiel nodded slowly. “I see…”
“He’s not going to be a problem; we had…a talk last night.”
“He doesn’t understand does he?”
“No, he doesn’t.” Caleb shrugged, “But I don’t think he’ll be a problem. He said he wouldn’t say anything, and I trust him.”
Ezekiel nodded, “Of course…”
“You’re worried, aren’t you?”
“A little, but…this is the first time that someone actually knows, and his reaction is just…a dose of what everyone knowing is going to be…”
“Ezekiel…If you think this is going to be a problem...”
“No,” He pressed his hand over my mouth, “we are not over, Caleb! I won’t leave you just because I’m afraid of what our parish is going to think of us! I love you, and nothing is going to change that.”
Caleb nodded, pulling him against his chest, pressing a kiss to his neck, “I know, I shouldn’t even have thought that.”
Ezekiel looked up after they had stepped apart, “Can I come see you tonight?”
“No, you can’t.”
“But Caleb, I leave tomorrow…”
“I know you do…I am quite aware.”
“Then promise me you’ll come see me on Friday. Please? We don’t even have to do anything. I just want to see you and not have to worry about what someone thinks if they were to catch us together.”
Caleb thought for a minute before nodding, “Alright, I will.”
Ezekiel grinned, throwing his arms around his neck, hugging him, “I’ll write down the address for you before I leave, don’t let me forget.”
“I won’t.” Caleb placed his hands on Ezekiel’s hips, pushing him away after a few moments, “Come on, Father Michael will be starting soon.”
“…Caleb?” Ezekiel held him back before he could open the door, biting his lip.
“Yeah?”
“I really do love you. I don’t mean to push you all the time.”
Caleb smiled, pressing a short kiss to his lips, “I know. I love you too, even though you can often times be completely insufferable.”

“Finally, you’re here!” Ezekiel put his arms around Caleb’s waist before he could even step through the doorway, “I hate it here, Caleb.”
“Why? What’s wrong? Caleb lifted Ezekiel’s face. “You loved it here when you visited with your parents last spring.”
“I haven’t made any friends yet, and I went to the Christian group, and they…they don’t understand anything. They’re all…hateful, and I feel like I can’t be myself there…and my roommate isn’t that bad, it’s nice that he’s going home this weekend, but…we don’t really talk, and… I feel so lonely. Please, let me drop out and come home?”
“You can’t drop out after one week, Ezekiel.”
“Oh! And everyone calls me Ezekiel, and it drives me crazy because it just makes me think of you, and then I miss you, and I miss being home…” He sighed, leaning against his chest.
“You’ll get used to it,” Caleb brushed his fingers over his hair, “Now, why don’t you let me go so I can breath?”
Ezekiel sighed, shaking his head, “I never want to let you go.”
“Can I at least come all of the way into your room?”
“…Oh. Sure, of course.” He nodded, letting him go, ushering him into his room, closing the door behind them, “Hey! You’re wearing civvies!”
“I figured it would be a little disturbing to have an obvious priest visit you.” Caleb shrugged.
“I didn’t think you even owned anything remotely un-clerical!”
“Of course I do.” Caleb rolled his eyes.
“You look good,” Ezekiel grinned and kissed him. “I like this look.”
“So, is your roommate gone already?”
“No, so we can’t do anything until I know he’s gone for good. He has class until two-thirty. Then I think he’s heading out.”
“Ah,” Caleb nodded, sitting down on the edge of Ezekiel’s bed, “This is even sadder then a room at a monastery…”
Ezekiel shrugged, “It’s a small space for two people, but I think we’ll survive.”
Caleb nodded.
“So…how’s it going back home?” Ezekiel asked, “Is Michael still giving you a hard time about us?”
“He was disappointed to find out that this is where I was going today, but I assured him that the likelihood of us managing anything remotely similar to intercourse in these tiny dormitory beds was very unlikely.”
“Aw…but that’s what I was hoping for,” Ezekiel teased. “Are you sure we can’t even attempt? I know it’s possible...I’ve heard stories.”
Caleb smiled, “You’re never happy with what I offer you, are you? You always want something a little bit more…”
“I will never be completely satisfied, Caleb, until I can have all of you.” Ezekiel shrugged, “I don’t think that’s a very difficult request.”
Caleb nodded, “But, we still have an hour before your roommate leaves, why don’t you just relax, and we’ll see where the evening takes us?”
“Can we go out?” Ezekiel asked, getting up on his knees next to him, grabbing Caleb’s arm, “Like on a real date?”
Caleb shrugged, “Sure, why not?”
Ezekiel grinned, “I’ve wanted to take you out since I was fourteen –I love college.”
Caleb laughed, “A minute ago you were crying that you hated it here.”
“I do, but at least here we’re just two people… Not a priest and his parishioner.”
“Not completely…there’s still a few people from your high school that go to school here.” Caleb raised an eyebrow.
“I haven’t seen them, and I’ve been going to classes for a week already.” Ezekiel shook his head. “And if even if they did see us, who cares; do you think that they’re going to call up their parents and be like, ‘Ohmigawd, Mom! Guess who I saw!’ –No, they aren’t, because they don’t care. They’ll probably just think it’s someone who looks a lot like you, not you.”
Caleb nodded, “Alright, I won’t argue with you anymore.” He pressed a kiss to Ezekiel’s forehead, as there was a soft knock before the door swung open.
“Hey.” The tall man w/ dyed black hair didn’t really look at them as he dumped his backpack onto the desk before falling over the edge of the chair, “Bad news for you Roomie.”
“What’s that?” Ezekiel asked, as his roommate flipped his hair out of his eyes.
“My car won’t start. I was going to move it to the curb after my class…I’m not sure what’s wrong with it, but my Dad is coming down to take a look at it, so I promise I won’t be here all night.”
“That’s okay.” Ezekiel shrugged, “We were just talking about going out anyway. Besides, it isn’t like I can kick you out.”
He smiled, and then noticed Caleb sitting next to Ezekiel, “Oh hey –you must be Caleb. You’re older then I thought you’d be…” He raised an eyebrow at Ezekiel, “Jeez, Zeke, you didn’t tell me he your ‘friend’ was old enough to be your father.”
Ezekiel covered his face with his hands, seeming to realize this for the first time, “Oh God…”
“Sorry, did you not like…know?”
Ezekiel shook his head, “Caleb, this is Joe –my roommate. Joe, this is Caleb.”
“Hey,” Joe raised his hand in a short wave, and Caleb nodded back. The three were quiet for a few minutes, not really sure what to say until Joe cleared his throat, “So…are you two like boyfriends or something?” He flipped his hair again, a small sign of apathy.
“Err…” Ezekiel looked at Caleb who stared back, one eyebrow arched. “Sort of…I don’t know.”
“My profession doesn’t allow us to use a title, but you could say that we are if you really want to give us one,” Caleb shrugged.
“What do you do?” Joe asked.
Ezekiel grinned, biting his thumbnail, “I’m not sure we can tell you that…”
“Are you like a CIA agent or something? That is so awesome.”
“Nothing that exciting,” Caleb shook his head. “I’m a Priest, but I’m resigning as of January.”
“Nice.” Joe nodded, “Way to go, Zeke. –I knew you were hardcore catholic; I never expected this out of you. That’s naughty!”
“Don’t be a pervert.” Ezekiel shook his head, putting a hand on Caleb’s leg as he stood up. “C’mon, lets go out.”
“Bye.” Joe called after them, as the door swung slowly closed behind them.

“I apologize for my roommate, he is a dick. I didn’t realize it before.” The two of them lay in bed later after seeing a movie and having dinner at a restaurant near campus.
“That’s okay, I liked him. Is hair was kind of obnoxious, but he seemed nice.” Caleb shrugged. “Is that what you call Emo hair?”
Ezekiel laughed, shaking his head before pressing a kiss to his lips, “Before we get to comfortable, did you want to call Father Michael and make sure he hasn’t burned down the church or the rectory?”
“No. I have faith in him not to fuck up to badly. Besides, if he needed help, he would have called my cell.”
“You have a cell phone now?” Ezekiel raised an eyebrow.
Caleb nodded, “Uh huh. I got it on Wednesday.”
“Are you going to give me the number?”
“I programmed it into your phone, and put it on you speed dial, number two.”
“When did you do that?” Ezekiel leaned up on his elbow.
“When you got up to go to the bathroom during dinner, and left your phone on the table.”
“Ah…and when were you going to tell me?”
“Before I left tomorrow morning; thanks for ruining the surprise.”
“I didn’t ruin it, you did.” Ezekiel argued, kissing him again, wrapping an arm around Caleb’s waist. “Besides, I don’t want to just lay here and talk.”
“Oh?” Caleb raised a quizzical eyebrow, as if he didn’t know as to what Ezekiel was referring too.
“Hmm…I haven’t been able to be this close to you in a month now…I think we should make up for that.” Ezekiel’s lips pressed against his bare shoulder, then his chest.
“Agreed,” Caleb nodded, lifting Ezekiel’s face to his again, his tongue seeking to explore any otherwise unknown crevices, while his hand slid down Ezekiel’s thigh. He grabbed him by the back of the knee, yanking his leg over his hip before his fingers ran up the back of his thigh under the fabric of his shorts.
“That’s not where I want you.” Ezekiel’s hand moved on top of his, groaning when Caleb pulled his hand away, “What are you doing?”
“Stop being impatient,” Caleb reprimanded, adjusting their position, pulling Ezekiel underneath him, laying some-what comfortably over him. His lips pressed against Ezekiel’s collarbone, “It’s always about sex with you, isn’t it?”
“It is not!” Ezekiel scoffed, sliding his hands up Caleb’s arms and then clasping them behind his neck.
“You’re so cute when you try to argue with me.” Caleb kissed him again, his hands pushing into the pillows on either side of his head. “This bed is to damn small…”
“Nothing beats your Queen, I guess.”
“Hell, I’d give anything for a regular Twin bed right now… At least I could maneuver in one of those. Gay play was obviously not meant for college students.”
“Don’t let it stop you. If it gets to be really bad, we can always move onto the floor.” Ezekiel licked his lips suggestively, and Caleb caught it between his lips, biting him softly until he groaned.
“Just let me do what you’ve been asking me for, okay?” Caleb kissed him softly on the lips again, before pressing a trail of kisses down his chest. He knelt back on his knees, his thumbs hooking over Ezekiel’s waistband, pulling them down, to lick his tongue up the shaft. Ezekiel groaned, his hands pulling through Caleb’s hair.
Caleb’s fingers linked with Ezekiel, pushing his hands back up to his stomach, looking up as Ezekiel arched his back and pushed his head backwards against the pillow, groaning, his fingers tightening around Caleb’s against his abdomen.
“Caleb?” Ezekiel’s hands pulled free, and he leaned up, balancing on his palms.
“Hmm?” Caleb asked, leaning back to pull off his shorts all of the way, letting them slid through his fingers onto the floor.
“You too…” Ezekiel put his hands on Caleb’s hips, pushing the fabric of his shorts down, past his thighs.
“Hold on.” Caleb got up, standing beside the bed to push them all of the way down, before sitting on the far end of the bed, putting his hands on either side of Ezekiel’s hips before covering his member with his mouth again.
“Caleb?”
Caleb sighed, looking up again, “What Ezekiel?”
“Come here…” Ezekiel held out his arms, and Caleb smiled, moving his knees to where his hands had been, wrapping his arms around Ezekiel’s waist, and pulling him close. Their members pressed together, the sensation of Ezekiel’s hard member encouraging Caleb to follow suit. His mouth pressed against the younger man’s, and he was surprised by Ezekiel reaching down to take a hold of his hips, coaxing him to thrust their bodies together.
“What are you doing?” Caleb smiled against his ear, his tongue encircling his ear lobe. “I didn’t think that this is what you wanted.”
“I want to be close to you.” Ezekiel whispered back, turning his face towards Caleb’s, his hair falling over his eyes. Caleb reached up to brush it away, seizing his lips, and pulling Ezekiel’s hands back next to his head.
It wasn’t long before both of them had been completely spent, their ejaculations covering their chests. Caleb sighed, nudging Ezekiel over on the bed, before lying next to him on his side.
“Are you happy now?” Caleb asked, pressing a kiss to Ezekiel’s forehead.
“I’m always happy when you’re with me.” Ezekiel smiled, shifting to lick the semen from Caleb’s chest.
“…Part of me says that’s disgusting and that I should stop you. The other part of me kind of likes it.” Caleb shifted his gaze down.
Ezekiel looked up from under thick eyelashes, mid-lick, before he moved back, pressing a kiss to Caleb’s lips, “Do you want me to get a towel then?”
“That’s a little more sanitary then you licking it off.” Caleb shrugged.
Ezekiel laughed, kissing him again before climbing over him, to pull one of his towels off the bar near the door, wiping himself off first, then draping it over Caleb.
“Thanks.” Caleb took it from him, running the rough fabric across his chest, before tossing the towel across the room to the laundry basket, then pulling Ezekiel back into bed with him. “Now…go to sleep.” He pressed a kiss a kiss to Caleb’s forehead.
Ezekiel groaned, wrapping an arm around his waist, “Aw, but Caleb, it’s not even like eleven yet. It’s still early.”
“I have to leave by five tomorrow morning.” Caleb coaxed, kissing him.
Ezekiel groaned again, more loudly, “Do you have to?”
“Yes, I have to.” Caleb sighed, “I know you hate that, but there really isn’t much I can do about it.”
The 18 year old sighed, pressing his forehead against Caleb’s chest, closing his eyes, “Okay, fine…”

“So, how long have you been seeing the Priest?” It was Monday afternoon, and Joe was in the process of breaking his desk chair again, one leg up on his bed, leaning against one of the arms, while he watched Ezekiel study.
“Umm…I guess since July.”
“Is he your priest? Or is he just…a priest?”
“Yes, he leads my parish, if that’s what you mean, Joe,” Ezekiel turned. “Are you trying to get around to asking something in particular?”
“No…I’m just curious as to what a Man of the Cloth is doing with an eighteen year old. I take you liked each other before July?”
Ezekiel murmured in agreement, turning back to his studying.
“A long time?”
“Uh huh.”
“Like how long are we talking here? A year, two tops?”
“Four.”
“Four years? What the fuck?” Joe straightened slightly in his position, “And how many people know about the two of you?”
“Two.”
“Are you serious?”
“Uh huh.” Ezekiel nodded. “His resignation takes effect in January, it’s not like we’re going to tell anyone before that.”
“Who else knows? I assume one of them is me.”
“Father Michael –his replacement.”
“Ooh, that must have been a fun conversation.” Joe flipped his hair, before shaking his head.
“I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t there when it happened. Caleb told me about it later.”
“So…you guy’s like, have you guys been doing stuff for four years too?”
“No! Stop being a pervert!” Ezekiel scoffed. “Jeez, do you honestly think that I am that messed up that I would be involved romantically with a guy that abused me since I was fourteen?”
“Well, you are Catholic…”
“Being Catholic doesn’t make me crazy.” Ezekiel rolled his eyes.
“So, he didn’t abuse you –obviously. But still…four years? Did he know you liked him?”
“Yes.”
“And you kept your hands off each other until you turned 18?”
“Pretty much.”
“What does that mean; pretty much?”
“It means that we did find a few opportunities to be alone, but it’s not what you think. –Why are you asking me this?”
“I’m just curious. He’s cute, I guess if you’re into that kind of thing. He obviously likes you a lot to be giving up his job for you.”
“He’s not just doing it for me.”
“So…you really want to be tied to him forever?” Joe asked, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t want to play the field?”
“Caleb is the only person I’ve ever wanted –will ever want.”
“Okay, man.” Joe nodded, hoisting himself out of the chair, to pick up his backpack. “well you mull over the doubt I just instilled in your head, and I’m going to class.”
“I am not doubting my relationship, Joseph! Don’t be mean!”

Confess Your Sins to Me

Note: I’m sure this has been done dozens of times, but this is inspired by Stephen Lynch’s song “Priest”. If you’ve never heard it, you should go onto YouTube or something and watch it, because…it makes me laugh. …And this story wasn’t meant to get so damn serious, but whatever.

This is going to be a one-shot. THERE IS NO MORE AFTER THIS. Whether I like it or not…::sigh::

Note 2: I really like how this one turned out! And if you're looking for pure smut, you're in the wrong place. This is probably the tamest bit of smut I've written in a long time. Is there a sexual act, yes, but it's...not as vital to the story...


Confess Your Sins to Me


Caleb knelt upon the floor in front of the main alter at the front of the cathedral where he acted as Priest, his hands pressed together in prayer. His lips moved, but no sound emitted from them as he pleaded with God to give him the strength to ignore his desires, in particular the one that would most likely get him thrown into jail –priest or not. Never in his thirty years had his emotions been so messed up over one single person. He looked up, surprised as a throat cleared behind him, pulling him out of his hypnosis, having forgotten that he wasn’t alone in the cathedral.
“Father?” Ezekiel’s hands were held at his sides, dressed rather plainly in polished black shoes, black dress pants, and a white dress shirt, the first two buttons of which were undone, giving him a slightly disheveled looked. “I’ve finished with everything you asked. Is there anything else that I can do for you before I leave?”
Caleb bit his tongue to refrain from speaking his prayer out loud before shaking his head, turning back to do the sign of the cross before standing to turn away, “No, but thank you for your hard work today Ezekiel. It is always greatly appreciated.”
He shrugged, running his hands through his hair, “It isn’t like I have any other plans on a Sunday morning.” He smiled, “Besides, I like it.”
Caleb nodded, stepping down into the nave where Ezekiel was standing, “I’m glad, but you don’t think you can be an altar boy forever, do you?”
Ezekiel laughed again, “I suppose fourteen is getting to be a little old, isn’t it?”
Caleb smiled, “There are a lot of other things you can do to help me, Ezekiel.”
“Maybe next year,” He shrugged. “I should be getting home.”
Caleb nodded, “Have a nice night, Ezekiel. I’ll see you later.”
“Goodbye, Father.” He nodded, turning to walk down the center isle, and disappearing out of the front doors.
Caleb closed his eyes, pressing the sign of the cross against his chest, before turning to go about with his duties.


“Forgive me, Father for I have sinned. It has been…” the voice behind the screen sighed, thinking back, “seven days since my last confession.” Caleb’s head lifted, recognizing Ezekiel’s voice. Only a few moments before, the typical Saturday confession having been rather slow, and that he hadn’t heard from him. Usually his confessions were minimal, typical teenaged things…but today, he sounded distressed.
“Go on.” Caleb urged after he had been silent for a few moments.
“I have been having impure thoughts, Father. For awhile now…I thought they would just go away on their own, but they haven’t, and it is all very frustrating to me, because…” He sighed again, and I saw his silhouette move, his head in his hands.
“Would you like a moment to collect your thoughts, my son?” Caleb asked, curious as to what kind of thoughts he could possibly be so distressed about…sure that they could not be as bad as his own.
“No. I’m sorry…I just, I haven’t told anyone about this. Not even my non-religious friends, just because…it would be weird. Especially with all of the stuff that’s was in the news awhile ago…”
“Excuse me?”
“Oh God…” He shook his head, “—add that to my list of sins, by the way. It’s like…I want to get this out of my mouth so bad. Like if I tell someone, it will stop, but it’s like I can’t tell you Father.”
“I cannot absolve you of your sins unless you tell me what they are.” He countered, “It is not my place to judge you, my son. And you know that everything said here stays here. If you tell me what is so bad about these…thoughts, I will attempt to provide any counseling you may need.” Caleb’s voice was soft and reassuring.
Ezekiel took a deep breath, “I’ve been having thoughts about another male…doing things with him. Sexual things, I mean.”
“Have you –outside of your head I mean?”
“No!” His head whipped to face the partition, “Even if I had the courage to approach him...it would be impossible.”
“Is this someone you go to school with? One of your friends?”
He laughed softly, “You don’t get it, do you Father?”
Caleb furrowed his eyes, “Perhaps not?”
“It’s you Father. I can’t help myself, and I feel so terrible thinking these things, but I can’t help it! You are in my head, every waking moment, and even in my dreams.”
Caleb was silent, still surprised, clearing his throat, “Ezekiel…”
“Oh Jesus Christ…” He sighed, “I thought the point of confession was to be anonymous while admitting your sins?”
Caleb chose to ignore the use of Jesus’ name in vain, “Listening to so few people on a weekly basis, you learn to recognize by their voices, even if you cannot see their faces, but that isn’t the point. These feelings, I assume you have prayed?”
“Yes, for months, but it doesn’t seem to be helping.”
Caleb made a murmur of agreement, “I find that God seems to have selective ear lately. You should be patient with him.”
“I feel as though God is testing me, and I don’t like it. If nothing can come of this, why instill it upon me? This isn’t something that just sudden occurred, Father. Ever since you replaced Father Jacob last summer…”
“And before I came here?”
He shook his head, “I don’t know, I don’t think I ever really noticed other boys before. I do now…I barely pay attention to girls at all. They just…they’re missing something. They have no allure, and I know that the bible frowns upon this, but I can’t help but feeling that the bible is wrong.”
“Don’t say things like that…I cannot absolve this sin if you say things like that.”
“Why would God create something that he didn’t believe in? He instills the options of our choices doesn’t he? He is the one that decides who we love –we just have to find them.”
“And you don’t think you could ever find the woman that God meant for you to be with? Have you already given up that hope?”
Ezekiel was quiet for a moment before shaking his head, “I don’t know. Maybe… I’m just so frustrated –excuse me for speaking so candidly, but men are beautiful, Father! I won’t go into detail; that would be weird.”
“You are only fourteen.” Caleb shook his head, “You have a long life a head of you. Do you really want to profess this now?”
“I’ve accepted what I am, Father. I just wanted you to know how I felt about you.” Ezekiel’s voice was calm, “I hope you don’t consider this confession when it comes to my duties to the church.”
“Of course not,” Caleb shook his head. “…Was there anything else? Anything I can absolve you for?”
Ezekiel shook his head, “No, Father. I don’t think so.”
“Well, then I guess you may go…” Caleb wasn’t exactly sure what to do about a sin he couldn’t absolve. “I only suggest that you continue to pray, and go on with your duties as a server here at the cathedral.”
“Thank you, Father…for seeming to understand… You do understand, don’t you? More then you can probably say, given your position.”
Caleb didn’t answer, but nodded.
“Good night, Father.” Caleb heard him stand, the door to the confessional opening. He closed his eyes, replaying Ezekiel’s confession in his head, making a split second decision. He stood, pushing open the door to his side of the confessional, surprised to find Ezekiel sitting with his head pressed against the back of the pew, the rest of the Church empty of parishioners. He looked up, surprised.
“Ezekiel…” Caleb closed the door softly behind him, leaning against it.
“Father?” He stood, “Is there something wrong? You look a little flushed.”
Caleb pressed a palm to his cheek, before nodding, “There is…”
“Is this about my confession?” He asked.
“No, this is about mine.” Caleb looked up, as Ezekiel crossed, standing a closer to him now. “I’m sorry, Ezekiel…I wish I could tell you that everything that is apparently wrong is perfectly normal, but my position forbids me from doing that. I wish that I could tell you that I feel the same way, but I can’t.”
Ezekiel looked surprised, “You do, Father?”
“I just told you that I can’t tell you that I do. –And I hate speaking to you in these horrible rhymes. I want to be frank with you, but…I really can’t, not in a place of God.”
“Then…the rectory, maybe?” Ezekiel asked, referring to Caleb’s residence behind the cathedral. He took a deep breath.
“It is still a house of god…but at least there, it is unlikely someone would over hear and misinterpret.” Caleb let his eyes look away toward the altar where the contorted face of Jesus on the Crucifix overlooking them, before he nodded. “I still have confession until ten…I don’t want you to get into trouble with your parents.”
Ezekiel shook his head, “They aren’t home anyway.”
Caleb looked surprised, shaking his head, reaching into his pocket to withdraw a key, pressing it into Ezekiel’s palm, “Then you can wait for me there, if you like.”
He looked at the key for a moment before nodding, “I will.”
The two turned as the doors creaked open, a rickety looking older couple emerging through the door.
“I’ll let you get back to work.” Ezekiel smiled, nodding slightly.
Caleb watched him disappear outside, before stepping back into the confessional.


“You said you wanted to speak frankly.” Ezekiel watched Caleb remove the tab collar from his throat, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, then the cuffs of his sleeves.
“I say this as a man, not as your priest. And I trust that everything said here, or done here will stay between us. Can you promise me that?” Caleb asked.
Ezekiel nodded, “Of course, Father.”
Caleb started to undo the buckle of his belt, pulling it out, rolling it up before laying it on the coffee table, then tugging his shirt out of his pants, making himself comfortable on the couch, “Ezekiel…you are so gorgeous.”
Ezekiel couldn’t help but smile, “Thank you?”
“I have been having the same thoughts about you that you seem to have been having about me –I can’t count the hours I have spent praying to God that he would stop sending me these images of you... Impossible positions, everywhere –complete blasphemy that some of these things should pop into my head…”
“What do you mean?”
Caleb titled his head back, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, “Frankly? I want to fuck you, Ezekiel. Ever since Father Jacob introduced me to you before his departure. I’ve never seen someone make a cassock look so…sexy –and the fact that you do just about anything I ask you to do…it doesn’t help. Sometimes, I feel like I could test you to the extreme, just to see how much you are really willing.”
“What do you want?” Ezekiel asked.
Caleb lifted his head to look at him again, “I already told you what I wanted.”
“I don’t think I could do that, Father…” He shook his head, “I mean, I feel exactly the same way, but…that would be hard for me to hide for long.”
Caleb took a deep breath, pushing himself up from the couch, wrapping his arms around Ezekiel’s smaller frame, pulling him close, whispering into his ear, “What do you want, Ezekiel?” He touched their lips together, his tongue coaxing past the younger boy’s lips. His groan incited further groping, his fingers pushing underneath Ezekiel’s t-shirt, his fingers stroking his abdomen.
The boy broke away first, “Father…”
“We aren’t in the church; you can just call me Caleb.” He brushed a lock of hair off of Ezekiel’s forehead.
“Are we both going to hell for this?” The innocence on his face surprised Caleb, who shook his head.
“I don’t know. No one really knows. The bible is…a guideline of rules, but with modern society… Hell and damnation are around every corner.”
He nodded, looking up defiantly, “If we do…I want it to be worth it.”
Caleb smiled, pressing another kiss to his mouth, “I agree.”
Ezekiel was hesitant before returning the kiss, letting his tongue push back against Caleb’s, pulling the Father’s hands from his clothing, interlocking their fingers. After a few minutes of kissing had passed, Caleb took a step back, touching his fingertips to his lips.
“Where are your parents tonight?” He asked, “You’re not supposed to be home alone, are you?”
“Father—”
“Caleb.” He corrected him.
“Caleb, I’m fourteen –almost fifteen. I think I can handle a few nights by myself.” Ezekiel shrugged, “besides, I’m so painfully responsible that my parent’s never worry about me. They’re visiting my Aunt in Oregon. They’ll be gone until Wednesday.”
“Why didn’t you go with?” Caleb asked.
Ezekiel shrugged, smiling sheepishly, “I didn’t want to miss church.”
Caleb smiled softly, lowering and shaking his head, “This is so bad, Ezekiel.”
“Hey, if I have to call you Caleb, you have to call me Zeke.”
Caleb shook his head, “I like your given name. Zeke doesn’t fit you, it sounds so…crude, when I look at you. Ezekiel suits you.”
“You are the only person that calls me that.” Ezekiel put his hands on Caleb’s hips, kissing him again. “…Do you want me to leave?”
Caleb bit his tongue, “You’re sure that no one going to call and check on you?”
“Positive. They’ve left me alone before –and my parents will call my cell phone if they really need to get a hold of me.” Ezekiel looked hopeful, biting his lip.
“You shouldn’t walk home alone, and it would be suspicious if I took you home this late.” Caleb brushed the lock of hair off of Ezekiel’s forehead again, “You should stay here tonight.”
“Really?” Ezekiel’s face lit up.
Caleb nodded, taking his hand, “Come with me.” He led him around the couch, towards his bedroom.
“Are you serious?” Ezekiel asked, moving away, to sit on the edge of Caleb’s bed, looking around the room. “You’re going to let me sleep with you?”
Caleb started to unbutton his shirt, “Maybe…but first, I want to get out of my clerical clothes.”
“Can I watch?”
Caleb laughed, “I’m not stopping you, but I won’t really be letting you see much.” He sat down on the edge of the chair near his bed, untying his shoes, placing them neatly beside the chair, before standing, pulling off the high-collared dress shirt, folding it as he walked to his closet, tossing it into his clothes hamper, followed by his socks. He started to unbutton his trousers when Ezekiel touched his shoulder.
“Let me help?” his arms wound around Caleb’s waist, unzipping his pants. Caleb’s breath caught in his throat, his hands going to Ezekiel’s wrists as his hands started to push underneath the waistband of his boxers. “What’s wrong?”
“I really shouldn’t allow you to do that.” Caleb bit his tongue.
“You aren’t my Priest, remember? You’re just…a regular guy.”
Caleb laughed, “Great…I take off my clerical uniform, and become a full-fledged pedophile. Wonderful.”
“You aren’t a pedophile.” Ezekiel sighed, pulling his hands away from Caleb, pushing them underneath the back of his t-shirt, “Besides, I came on to you, not the other way around. And you’re different from all of those other priests and bishops that abused those kids…”
“How am I any different?” Caleb asked, shaking his head. “You are in my bedroom in a rectory provided by my parish, you are under the age of eighteen, you are boy, and you parents have no idea that you are here. The only thing we’re missing from the other equation is a long process of temptation using pornography and fondling.”
“It’s different for us, because…I love you.”
“And I’m sure that those other boys thought that they were in love too,” Caleb, turned, taking Ezekiel’s face in his hands. “You are so blind, Ezekiel.”
Ezekiel shrugged, “If being able to get this close to you means that I’m blind, then I don’t wish to see. I don’t know what those other boys went through, or anything, but…I’m here because I choose to be, not because you coerced me here. I don’t see this as abuse, Caleb, and neither should you.” He stroked his fingers against Caleb’s spine as he spoke before pressing a palm to Caleb’s stomach, liking the feel of his Priest’s skin underneath his fingers.
“Your words sound pretty, Ezekiel, but what if someone found out? How long do you really think we could hide this? What if we had a falling out?”
“I would never rat you out, Caleb. Do you really think I could be that dishonorable? You have my word –no one would ever find out from me.”
Caleb turned, pulling Ezekiel’s arms around his waist, pressing his lips to his cheek, before sighing, “You are so small…I won’t do anything with you, Ezekiel. Not yet...”
“But, we’ve already—”
“Kissing is one thing, Ezekiel. I’m afraid that…what we’ve done tonight is as sexual as I will allow…which I really shouldn’t allow at all.”
“But, what about—”
“No, Ezekiel… Trust me, I know what I’m talking about, and I’m sorry if you don’t like that.” Caleb shook his head, kissing him again.
“Then when? How old do I have to be before you’ll let me do what I want?” He asked, trying to tempt him with a slightly pouting and protruding bottom lip, at which Caleb smiled, kissing him, biting his lip softly.
“Eighteen.”
Ezekiel scoffed, “That’s like four years. I’ll have graduated high school by then.”
“Hmm,” Caleb nodded. “You will have…and while if someone would find out, I may loose my position as a priest, but I would not have to be punished by law.”
Ezekiel sighed, “But Father Caleb…I want you now.” He kissed him softly.
“I’m sorry, but that’s my decision.”
Ezekiel nodded, “Can I still sleep with you tonight?”
Caleb smiled nodding, “Sure.”

So for four years, the two continued their relationship not only as Priest and Parishioner, but also has a pseudo-couple, both of them often finding it difficult to repress themselves. Caleb often found it hard not to drift off in the middle of his sermon, especially as Ezekiel got older, teasing him by sitting in the front most pew between his parents, listening intently, but looking so good in his tailored suits, no longer wearing the cassock donned by the alter severs, instead taking a more volunteer role. While Caleb had his problems, Ezekiel found it hard to just be satisfied with the occasional kiss, but their desires for each other never seemed to waver, and it once the time had passed, it didn’t seem like it had really been that long at all.
Caleb yawned, waiting in the confessional on a warm summer evening four years after Ezekiel’s confession, and the first night that they had spent together in the same bed –something they had done on a few other occasions, but not often.
“Father?”
Caleb looked up from where he had been rubbing his eyes. Summer time ran rampant with sin, and a lot of the younger crowd, within a few years of Ezekiel’s age, usually came in with stories from petty theft to explicit sex acts. Sometimes he wondered if they just wished to rattle him because he was so young, seeing if they could break him maybe…
“Ezekiel,” he replied.
Ezekiel sighed, “Just because you know that it’s me, Father Caleb, doesn’t mean that you have tell me…how am I to mess with your head if you don’t pretend along with me?”
Caleb laughed, “You aren’t supposed to. This is confessional, Ezekiel…which I have reminded you several times. You should take this seriously, not use it as an opportunity to flirt like a schoolboy.”
“But…I am a schoolboy.”
“You graduated two months ago, I don’t think you qualify anymore.”
Ezekiel was quiet for a few moments before he spoke up again, “Do you know what tomorrow is?”
“Tomorrow is Sunday.”
“Yes…but what day it is…”
“It’s the nineteenth.” Caleb teased, knowing that what Ezekiel wanted to hear out of his mouth was that it was his 18th birthday.
“Exactly, and where are you going to be Sunday afternoon?”
“I will be keeping my hands off of you at your 18th birthday party-slash-graduation party.”
“I never said you had to do that…”
“Society, and my values as a Priest tell me I have to do that.”
“Are you going to be wearing your clericals?”
“Probably a set of casual ones, why?”
“Because I’d love to see you in something else…you don’t have to come as my Priest, come as my friend.”
“I can’t, other people from the parish will be there. What would they think?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because I am a public figure, Ezekiel; we live in a small town where everyone knows everyone else. If I attend your party dressed in jeans and a t-shirt like everyone else...it will be questioned as to why I didn’t attend someone else’s party in such fashion. Just the fact that I am going at all is dangerous…”
“But Father…”
“No, Ezekiel.”
“You never let me have my way.”
“If you got your way, we would both certainly be condemned to hell already.”
“You seem to be OK with that.”
“I’ve come to accept that even as one of God’s children, it is not in his plan for me join him…unless the bible is wrong, which is blasphemy for me to say, so I won’t.”
“How can it be wrong to love someone this much, Father?” Ezekiel sighed, shaking his head.
“I didn’t make the rules, Ezekiel. I simply interpret them.”
“Then interpret them so that our feelings aren’t frowned upon. I want to be with you, Caleb. I know your position here makes that hard, and that it’s not fair for me to ask these things of you…”
“Are you still thinking of entering the clergy?”
“Not if it means I can’t be with you. It would involve leaving you, and I can’t do that.”
“You’ll leave anyway in the fall.”
“I’m not going far, and I’ll still be here every weekend.”
“And your studies should come first.”
“When haven’t my studies been anything but exceptional? I graduated in the top ten of my class… This isn’t going to become an issue, is it Caleb?”
“I think that a decision needs to be made on my part, Ezekiel, but I’m afraid of it.”
“What’s that?”
“I could leave the clergy.”
“But you love your place here…the parish loves you.”
“I know.”
“Would you really quit this for me?”
“Ezekiel, we’ve been playing this game with each other for four years. I have faith that we are both serious about a relationship, but my position here holds us at a standstill.”
“Does this mean that you won’t have sex with tomorrow?”
Caleb laughed, shaking his head, “No, I won’t.”
“Then when?”
“I’m not sure. I still have some thinking to do.”
“Father, don’t quit doing what you love because you hope that we’ll be together. Neither of us can, or should make promises. What would you do if you weren’t a priest?”
“I have a teaching degree I keep up to date. I could do that.”
Ezekiel bit his tongue, glancing down at his watch, “I should go, we’ve been talking for a long time. I’m sure you’ve got a line.”
“Of course –before you go, is there anything you want to confess to? Anything absolvable, I mean.”
“Only my usual bunch that you’ve heard before.”
“You know, by confessing them, and saying the Act of Contrition, it means that you won’t do them again…”
“And yet you keep absolving them.” He grinned.
“You just like to hear me speak in Latin.”
“Hey, you’re the one that started doing that.”
“That’s because I like the groaning sound you make in your throat when I say it.”
“Then say it.”
“And abuse the sanctity of the confessional more then we already do?”
“You know I’d love to do that.”
Caleb shook his head, “Get out of here, before I give in to you. I will see you tomorrow, bright and early.”
“Good night, Father.”


The next afternoon, Caleb found himself observing a heated religious debate between parents at Ezekiel’s birthday/graduation party. He was purposely staying out of it, the mediator in him not wanting to get in the way.
“What do you think Father?” Marge, Ezekiel’s grandmother had been sitting across from at the table, pondering along with him, breaking between Ezekiel’s aunt who was saying that abstinence was a reasonable expectation for her children, and the mother of one of his friends who was saying that she had no problem at all –as long as they were safe, and used contraceptives.
Caleb thought for a minute before shrugging, “That’s really an unfair question. As a Priest, I have to side with Linda and say that contraceptives are against nature, and to quote a horrible Monty Python movie –as bad as it is ‘every sperm is sacred’. However as a priest, I personally don’t want to think of any of my teen parishioners in such predicaments.”
“But you would know, wouldn’t you?” Marge asked, “The catholic teens in town go to confession too, don’t they?”
“I don’t typically know who makes what confession –and even if I did, I couldn’t say that I hear. I could be excommunicated for that.” Caleb shrugged. “If a teen can get through by abstinence then I say, good for them. Personally, to side with Kathy for a moment, I won’t judge them for using contraceptives as everyone has a right to be safe... Unfortunately, I didn’t write the bible, I only interpret it, so I just listen, and advise as best as I can.”
Marge nodded, and Linda scoffed at him, “You’re a priest, what do you know about sex?”
Caleb shook his head, “I wasn’t always a priest, Linda. I had girlfriends, I went to high school. Did I follow abstinence, of course I did –I’ve known that I wanted to be a part of the church since I was ten, but that didn’t stop me from living like a teenager. I’m not that old.”
“How old are you, Father?” Kathy, the mother of Ezekiel’s friend, asked, an air of flirting about her.
“I’m thirty-four.”
“Oh, well that isn’t old at all.”
“He’s a priest, Kathy.” Linda rolled her eyes, “He’s not going to sleep with you, so you don’t need to waist your time trying to flirt with him.”
Kathy’s eyes widened slightly, “Pardon me?”
“Oh we all know about you, Kathy…” Linda swished the ice in her glass of ice water, “You’ve been tramp since high school.”
“That’s not true, Father.” Kathy shook her head, “Linda is just jealous because she’s been stuck with the same incompetent man since her sophomore year of high school, and her religion won’t let her get a divorce.”
“I am not jealous of a whore.” Linda shook her head.
“Linda!” Marge sat up in her chair, “Watch what you say! –You’ll have to pardon my daughter, Father Caleb. She and Kathy have been having this rivalry since they were tykes.”
Caleb shook his head, “It isn’t as if it’s the first time I’ve heard it.”
“So, do you like being a priest?” Kathy abruptly changed the topic, zeroing in on Caleb. “Is it hard?”
“I do like being a priest…as for it being hard, not really once you know what you’re doing. Every profession has things about it that are difficult.”
“And have you really managed to be celibate this entire time? You’ve been in this town for five years now.”
“It’s really not that hard if it’s something you’ve never allowed yourself as part of your faith.”
“Do you ever think of getting married, Father Caleb?”
“It would be a complicated process.” Caleb shook his head, “It would be faster to excommunicate, then to be laicized in order to get married.”
“How does that work?”
“Which one?”
“Excommunication.”
“Well, actually it’s –” Caleb turned as Ezekiel put a hand on his shoulder, “Oh, yes, Ezekiel?”
“Come play Volleyball.” He commanded, “You’ve been sitting here for three hours listening ladies bicker.”
Caleb resisted smiling, “I’m in the middle of a conversation, Ezekiel.”
“You don’t mind if he plays, do you?” Ezekiel looked up at his Grandmother, Aunt, and Kathy. “We’ll make it a quick game if you really want to talk about,” he rolled his eyes, “Catholicism.”
“What’s wrong with Catholicism?” Caleb asked, not able to hide the beginning of a smile anymore.
“It’s boring and we’ve all heard it before,” Ezekiel sighed, “Please?”
“Excuse me Ladies.” Caleb nodded at them, standing from his chair. “I’ll be back momentarily.”
Ezekiel grabbed his wrist as they started walking towards the volleyball net, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt.
“What are you doing?” Caleb asked.
“I don’t want you to die of heatstroke or something. I’m rolling up your sleeves. I told you to come in civvies.”
Caleb nodded, taking his arm from Ezekiel, rolling the sleeve up past his elbow before repeating it on the other arm, “So you did. I’m sorry for not listening to you.”
“You never listen to me…if you listened to me, we could be someplace else right now, and I wouldn’t have had to make you suffer listening to my Aunt and Mari’s Mom arguing over abstinence.”
“I take it they argue about that frequently?”
“Pretty much any time they’re together. They lived across the street from each other as kids. Linda became a devote catholic, and Kathy became an atheist, and I guess they’ve been fighting every since.”
“It sounds horrible.”
“It can actually be rather amusing. Sometimes they’re the best of friends, but then something will happen…” He rolled his eyes, picking up the volleyball from where it had been discarded during a previous game, “By the way, you’re on the other team. Just to warn you, I’m going to tease you mercilessly with my finely toned body.”
“Vanity…shame on you; however, I would be lying if I said I didn’t look forward to it.”
“Father –Caleb…” Ezekiel stopped, still just outside of the earshot of his friends waiting for them at the net. “I’m tired of playing this show and tell game with you. When can we just…do it?”
“I’m lining up another job and an apartment. I’ll have a few months to introduce a new priest to the parish. After that, we can.”
“You’re leaving the church then?”
“I’m resigning, yes.”
Ezekiel nodded, “Is this because of me?”
“Not entirely.” He shook his head, “I’m thirty-five years old, and I’ve spent most of my life in service to God…”
“I don’t want you leave.”
“I’m not leaving; I’ll just be doing something else. I stated in my resignation, which will be printed in next month’s Church newsletter that I will remain through the Christmas season most likely.”
Ezekiel nodded again, “I understand.”
“Don’t be sad, Ezekiel. Just because I won’t be your priest anymore doesn’t mean that I won’t still have the same feelings for you.”
“I know, I’m sorry…” Ezekiel looked up, “I want to kiss you so badly.”
“You know we can’t.”
“May I come to the rectory tonight?”
“You will come whether I say no anyway.”
“That’s true.” Ezekiel grinned, before glancing at his friends, “We better go play before they get violent or something.”

“You’re sure we can’t?” Ezekiel had already pulled most of their clothes off after he had pushed through the door.
“We can, you’re eighteen now. I can’t really deny you on basis of your age or size.” Caleb smiled, “And seeing as how I’m only a priest for a few more months, I don’t think that breaking the abstinence rule really matters either.”
“Then we can?” Ezekiel’s hands ran along the edge of the waistband to Caleb’s boxers, “Four years of waiting and I can finally fulfill every sick dream I’ve ever wished?”
Caleb laughed, “I said we could, I didn’t say that we would.”
“Why can’t I have my way just this once, Caleb? I’m eighteen years old, I have needs.” He sighed, pressing his mouth Caleb’s, before sitting back, “Are you a virgin?”
“Are you?” Caleb raised an eyebrow.
“That’s not even a question, and you know it.” He leaned forward again, whispering into Caleb’s ear, “I’ve been saving myself for you.”
“Then I hope I can meet your expectations when that day comes.” Caleb turned, capturing his lips again.
“Answer the question. Are you?”
Caleb thought for a moment, looking away from him, before answering, “No, but it wasn’t really my choice.”
“You were raped?”
“Something like that; I didn’t really understand. It was before I converted so wholeheartedly to Catholicism.” He turned back to look at Ezekiel, “Most of the time, I barely remember that it’s happened to me, it didn’t emotionally scar me or anything.”
“…Was it a priest?”
“No,” Caleb shook his head. “If it had been a priest, do you really think I would have embraced the church?”
“I don’t know. Kids think weird. …Does it bother you, talking about it? I don’t have to ask about it, if you don’t like me to.”
“I don’t mind at all. The real question is, do you mind knowing that about me?”
Ezekiel shrugged, “Not really. I already know who you are on the inside, what happened to you doesn’t change the kind of person you are.” He was quiet, his hands stroking Caleb’s stomach, “…Who was it?”
“My parents,” Caleb put a hand on Ezekiel’s thigh, watching his intense face.
“Both of them?” Ezekiel looked up to see Caleb nod.
“They died in when I was ten and I was taken in by a catholic priest and his wife.”
“Did they know that you were abused?”
“Everyone knew I was abused,” Caleb shook his head, “There was a long media spark because they killed each other in front of me over a pretty argument over who was going to fuck me that night.” Ezekiel cringed, and Caleb bit his tongue, pulling him down to press a kiss to his forehead, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“I’m sorry; I’m just surprised I guess…that parents could do something like that.”
“They were bad people, but I was lucky enough to fall into the hands of God, and one of his children and be loved by him and his wife.” Caleb kissed him softly again, pulling next to him on the bed. “Speaking of parent’s, where do yours think you are right now?”
“At the beach with my friends,” Ezekiel shrugged, wrapping his arms around Caleb’s waist, pressing his face against his chest. “I don’t want to leave, Caleb. I don’t feel like I can after you told me that horrible story.”
“I’m sorry…you asked.”
“Well I didn’t think I would get such an awful story!”
“Do you want me to make it up to you?” Caleb asked, his fingers tracing little circles into Ezekiel’s arm.
“How do you plan on doing that?”
“By giving you some of what you want.” Caleb tempted him.
“Are you sure you want to sin even more with me?” Ezekiel teased.
“I only want to sin with you.” Caleb countered, his free hand reaching down, sliding underneath the fabric at Ezekiel’s waist, his hands touching bare ass for the first time. The younger man groaned, his arms wrapping more tightly around him, Caleb’s fingers probing his crevice, before he looked up, kissing Caleb more deeply, drawing his hand from his back, and sliding it across his hip to his crotch. He moaned gently as Caleb’s fingers encircled his member.
“Eh!” He protested, grabbing Caleb’s hand as he started to pull away, “What are you doing? Don’t stop!”
“What I’m going to do is even better…well, I hope. I’ve never done this before.” Caleb pondered, before pulling away from him, moving to pull the teenager’s boxers down, tossing them side a moment later, leaning back to admire him for a moment, “You look exactly the way that I imagined you would.”
Ezekiel blushed, resisting the temptation to cover him self up, “Are you just going to look at me, or are you really going to suck me off?” Caleb smiled, licking his bottom lip as Ezekiel leaned up on his palms, capturing his mouth again to ensnaring his tongue between his teeth for a moment, before his hand went to Caleb’s shorts again, “And if I have to be naked, so do you.”
“Ezekiel!” Caleb was surprised as the younger man’s hand plunged to his crotch, cupping him in his hand.
“You feel huge…” Ezekiel commented, stroking his fingers along his length, “I’d say at least…seven inches hard, probably? And people think guys go into priesthood because they feel inadequate…”
Caleb groaned, unable to control himself from stiffening under Ezekiel’s hand, “Ezekiel…” The youth ignored him, pushing the fabric from over his hips, and down to his knees.
“Wow…you are…” Ezekiel groaned, shaking his head, “You are nothing like I dreamed…you’re even better.”
“Your praise is noted.” Caleb, pulled the boxers off awkwardly the rest of the way, tossing them aside with the rest of their clothes, “There…not we’re both completely naked. Are you happy now?”
“I am…but I’ll be in complete ecstasy once I feel your mouth on me.” Ezekiel raised his eyebrows suggestively, leaning back on his elbows, “What do you think?”
Caleb didn’t respond, instead doing as Ezekiel suggested, putting his mouth over his already stiffened member. Ezekiel moaned, laying back, both of his hands raking his fingers through Caleb’s hair, holding him over his appendage. Caleb reached up, pulling his hands away.
“Ezekiel, I can’t do this if you don’t allow my head to move.”
“Sorry.” Ezekiel lifted his hips, lying on his hands, “Please…continue. I really liked it.”
Caleb shook his head before resuming what he had started, his tongue swirling against the underside of the tip, looking up to watch Ezekiel’s eyes close, soft moans of pleasure passing his lips. After a minute or so, Ezekiel pulled one of his hands free, groaning, “Caleb…I can’t hold it…”
The priest was a little surprised as his mouth filled with the sticky, salty fluid. He continued suckling every last ounce from Ezekiel’s perfect member until he was soft in his mouth again, before standing from the bed to move to the bathroom sink, spitting the fluid out.
“I’m sorry…I tried to tell you.” Ezekiel leaned up on his elbows again, biting his lip. “Let me make it up to you?”
Caleb groaned, licking his lips, before crawling back onto the bed, “You shouldn’t stay much longer… Your parents will worry.”
“I’m eighteen; I can do anything I want.” Ezekiel countered.
“You still live with your parents and therefore by their rules.” Caleb reminded him. He knelt over him, pushing back by the shoulders into the pillows of his bed, “However, since I am about ready to burst as it is…I’m sure that won’t be a problem.”
Ezekiel grinned, his hands going to Caleb’s member again, “Are you going to let me use my mouth?”
Caleb nodded, leaning back on his heels. “If you want.”
Ezekiel straightened up, shifting his position, putting his mouth over Caleb’s member, looking up at Caleb’s straining face. His hands continued to fondle, his tongue and lips caressing until Caleb moaned, reaching to push him away.
“I’m going to come…” His hand grasped Ezekiel’s hair, but he wouldn’t be swayed, continuing his stimulation until he was rewarded with the priest’s semen. He considered for a moment before swallowing, licking the last remaining drops from his head as he softened again.
“You swallowed it?” Caleb raised an eyebrow.
“Uh huh…I kind of liked it.” Ezekiel nodded, pressing their lips together for a moment before laying down beside him. “Caleb…while that was fun, and…I’m sure it will always be fun…I do want you to fuck me.”
Caleb reached up, brushing his fingers over Ezekiel’s hair, “I will, but not until my resignation is final at the end of December.”
“That’s almost four months!” He scoffed.
He smiled, “We got through four years, Ezekiel being satisfied with hugging and the occasional unchaste kiss. I think we can manage four months if we include the occasional blowjob.”
“Hmm…that sounds so dirty coming out of your mouth.”
“Considering what was in my mouth not so long ago…” Caleb raised an eyebrow at him.
Ezekiel bit his tongue, before speaking up, “Caleb?”
“Yes?” Caleb yawned, stretching out on his side, looking at him.
“I love you.”
Caleb smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I love you too, Ezekiel.”

Spartans: When a Boy Loves a Man (Cole/Sirius)

Note: I am not going for historical accuracy (e.g. Cole and Sirius wouldn’t eat together) (let’s face it, there are probably only a hand full of people who will actually know/care anyway…), and we all know you’re reading this for the smut anyway, but that’s a-okay with me. However, I will direct you towards this article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spartan_pederasty if you want more information. I also perused a variety of other wikipedia resources, if you’re feeling adventurous enough to try and find those as well. Possibly more to come, a series of one shots?

Spartans: When a Boy Loves a Man
-Cole and Sirius.

Spartan rules were often confusing. I was suddenly being told that I had to find a mentor, or facing a yearly fine from the ephors, the council to the kings. I knew boys like myself who had these so-called ‘mentors’…they had settled for the men who displayed the interests first. I probably would have been one of them, but no one had ever displayed an interest in me.
It wasn’t even that I didn’t want one. Or know who I wanted, I should say. There were dozens of men that I saw every day in our secluded little testosterone-run world at the training barracks. The one man in particular who had caught my eye was nearly at this thirty-year old mark when he would be able to leave the active duty of a solider. His own mentor had recently passed away, and he regularly had a look of loneliness crossing his face when he didn’t think that anyone was looking for him.
Sirius was beautiful. Lots of boys had tried to talk him into being their mentors, most of them younger then me, but he had turned them down, laughing that he wasn’t suitable. I was one of the lucky ones –getting work closely with him in battle training, staying in a nearby room in our large dormitory. He was one of the only men I could ever feel shy around, not ever being able to look him in the eye for more then a few seconds before I had to look away.
It was early in the evening after a very long day of training, I was helping him to put away our practice swords, when he cleared his throat, surprising me.
“I saw you talking to Xenos from the ephor yesterday. You aren’t in trouble are you?” He asked.
I looked up from locking one of the trunks, “Eh? No, I’m not in trouble…well, not really. Just something about a fine,” I shrugged.
“A fine for what –pardon me if it’s none of my business. Just curious is all –Xenos doesn’t usually doesn’t come around unless it’s to stare at scantily clad boys.” He rolled his eyes, and I couldn’t resist a small smile.
“Just about finding a mentor, I don’t have one.” I whipped my palms on the edge the linen wrapped around my waist, looking down, feeling his eyes boring down onto me.
“I find that hard to believe.” He walked next to me as we moved towards the mess hall for dinner. “You must be very particular.”
“I’ve never had any offers.”
Sirius laughed at me, “Mentors don’t offer, Cole. You have to ask.”
“I know that!” I exclaimed stopping abruptly, worried that he thought I was stupid, or worse –weak. “I just mean, you know…I’ve never had anyone, you know…approach me.”
“You’ve never had an officer flirt with you?” Sirius raised an eyebrow, scoping his eyes from my head to my feet, “Again, I find that very hard to believe. You must be to intimidating.”
I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest as we started walking again, “What about me is intimidating? I am weak compared to others.”
“You’re pretty.” He stopped this time, and I noticed how empty the encampment looked, the sun sitting low in the sky. His hands were on my face, and I looked surprised, unable to look away from his eyes as he pressed his forehead to mind. “You are totally blind to the fact that you are so attractive, aren’t you?” The rough leather band around his wrist brushed my back, as he moved his right hand away from my face, pressing his lips to mine. His left hand brushed my hair back away from my face, tilting my head back as his fingers clenched into my curly locks, his tongue pushing to invade my mouth.
He stepped way a few moments later, continuing his trek. But I was frozen. He was already far in front of me when I finally was able to touch my fingers to my lips, as if checking to see if they were still there, still slightly damp from his tongue.
“Are you coming?” He called, “There won’t be any left if you don’t hurry, and we barely get enough to eat as it is, and you’re to good-looking to starve.”
I nodded, still slightly surprised, but jogged to catch up to him. He seemed completely calm, and unmoved. And I made a realization of just how weak I really was. Other boys would have pushed him away, possibly incited riot…but not me. I was put into shock by a mere kiss.
“Are you testing me?” I asked.
“Testing you, Cole? What do you think I would be testing you on?” He asked, pushing open the large door to the dining hall.
I shook my head, angry now that he would try and trick me, “Forget about it.” I brushed past him, surprised again when his hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me back, in full view of all of the other warriors.
“Don’t walk away from me.” He warned, pulling me back. “Answer the question.”
“Kissing me –you were testing my reaction weren’t you?” I asked, trying not to like the feel of his chest against mine as he pulled me closer, his hand still clamped around my wrist. The noise of the dining hall was beginning to die down, the excitement of a fight, that I didn’t really particularly want to be in the middle of, beginning to peak around the room. Sirius looked into my eyes, and I found that again, I was steadfastly locked into them, unable to look away. He stared at me, the room almost completely silent now, before he suddenly laughed, spinning me away from him, letting me drop to the floor before I could catch myself.
The room around us burst back into noise too, as others laughed at me. I clenched my teeth, picking myself up from the floor, dusting my hands off on my knees. Sirius’s face was near mine, as I stood up straight again, his mouth near my ear.
“I wasn’t testing you, Cole. It’s not necessary. I’m fairly certain you could hold your own in a fight, which is why I didn’t press this issue, although I’m sure a fair amount of this room is rather disappointed because of that.”
“Then why did you do it?” I asked, not wanting to move away from him again.
“Is it so hard for you to believe that I find you attractive, Cole?” He asked, “You are so naïve.”
“I am not naïve.” I argued.
He smiled slightly, before dismissing me with a slight wave of his hand, “Go to your table.”
I bit my tongue before I said anything else, treading heavily away from him, to sit at my usual table, just as the military servants were dishing out the meager rations.

Later that night, I wasn’t surprised at all to find Sirius in the bath house, already submerged in the cold water. I usually waited until the late hours before bathing –not because I was shy, but because I would prefer not to under go the danger of drowning, or horseplay. He gave me a warm smile.
“Are you stalking me?” He asked, as I disrobed, slinking into the chilly water of the bathing pool before he could see anything –although, it wasn’t as if he had never seen me nude before, in different circumstances.
“Why would I do something like that?” I asked, taking the cloth from the servant who had appeared at my side as I had entered.
Sirius looked up at the two servants tending to us, shaking his heads at them, “You two can leave.” They looked adamantly at one another for a moment, before disappearing.
“Why did you send them away?” I asked, scrubbing away the day’s filth from my shoulders, not looking at him.
“I thought that would be obvious by now.” He leaned back against the marble edge of the pool, watching me, “How goes your quest?”
“Excuse me?”
“For your mentor,” He rolled his eyes.
“I haven’t thought about it.”
“You know, Cole, all you have to do is ask.”
I looked up at him, “Why should I even dream of asking you, after you turned so many others down –even though you flirted mercilessly with them for weeks? You’ve only been teasing me for a few hours.”
He nodded, wading across to me, to push me against a different edge of the pool, taking the cloth out of my hands, “What you say is correct, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed you. I’ve been watching you for a very long time.”
I didn’t say anything, reaching to take the cloth back out of his hands, which he held just out of my reach; any movement at all, and we would both be dangerously familiar with each other.
“All you have to do is ask, Cole.” He probed, closing the space between us. I looked away, biting my tongue. A moment later, he forced my face back towards his. “Why won’t you ask?”
“I am embarrassed.” I admitted, again trying to ignore the feeling of his skin on mine, something that was becoming increasingly hard to hide.
“Embarrassment is limitation.” He warned, “You are a Spartan. We know no limits.” He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips, before speaking more softly to me “Why are you embarrassed?”
“You think I don’t know what happens between boys and their mentors?”
“Does that bother you?” He raised an eyebrow, “Surely you’ve already made yourself friendly with other boys from the dormitory, testing the waters before you reach adulthood and bed a wife… What would make having a mentor any different?”
“I wish everyone would stop lying when they call this a practice of mentoring.” I sighed, pulling myself out of the water, to sit on the edge of the pool, crossing my arms over my lap. I didn’t want to admit to him that I hadn’t explored the sexual feelings that often occurred in my head, “Why can’t they jus say what it really is?”
“Mentoring isn’t just about sex, Cole.” He brushed his damp fingers over my forehead, brushing a piece of hair back behind my ear. “I would teach you everything you needed to know about being a warrior.”
I pushed his hand away, “What do you really want? Why vie for this position at all? I would rather just pay a fine.”
He shrugged, “If that’s the way that you really feel.” He dropped the cloth he was still holding into my lap, “Good night, Cole.” I turned, watching him step up out of the pool, biting my tongue as droplets of water raced down his skin, across his back, and over his hips. He picked up a scratchy towel from near the wall, using it first to soak the water from his hair, before scrubbing the towel across the rest of his body to pick up the water.
I shook my head, closing my eyes and pressing my fingers to the bridge of my nose, “Do you…do you want to?”
“Do I what?” He asked, looking bemused, picking up different scented oils, smelling various ones as he waited for me to respond.
“Do you want to be my mentor, Sirius?”
He grinned, “What brings on your change of heart?”
I sighed dipping the cloth into the water, not looking at him as I continued what I had been doing before he interrupted me, “I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy watching the way the water cascades off of your body.” His hands took the cloth from my hands again as he knelt on the stone floor behind me, wiping it across my back, nudging me to sit up straighter.
“I would love to be your mentor.” He pressed his lips under my ear, the cloth in his hand slipping under my arms to run the thin fabric across my inner thigh. “Should we make it official –between the two of us? I can deal with the ephors tomorrow for you, if you would like.”
I moved my arms, hesitant for a moment to touch his hand. I could hear officers’ voices in my head. Spartans take what they want. Spartans do what needs to be done. Weakness is not an option. We know no limits.
I pressed my hand down on top of his, looking up at his face, “Yes, but not here.”
He laughed, “No, of course not –come.” He stood, holding out a hand to me, leading me from the bath. He picked up another fresh towel, scrubbing me down with it before tossing my wrap at me, “Get dressed. We’ll go somewhere a little more private.”
I raised an eyebrow, but followed his directions as he stole a few small bottles of the oil from the tray, taking a few glances around for stray servants, before hiding them carefully in his clothes.
“Should you really be doing that?” I asked, as he grabbed my hand again, leading me out of the baths.
“It’s only not okay if you get caught doing it.” He grinned, looking around, leading me towards one of the training buildings where as young ones, we were taught the mere basics of reading and writing.
“What if we get caught?” I asked.
“Then we’ll both get flogged…so lets not get caught.” Even though Sirius was nearly thirty, he still reminded me of a child, taking a gleeful delight in breaking the rules. He pushed open the door, before locking it from the inside.
I stood at attention, waiting for some kind of a command while Sirius pulled out the oils from the folds of his clothes, setting them on the edge of one of the desks.
He looked up, considering the oils for a moment before nodding to himself, “Get undressed.”
“…What was the point of putting it on, if you were just going to make me take it off again?” I asked, disgruntled but still willing to comply with him.
His hands were slick as he pressed him against my chest, rubbing the oil into my skin, his lips pressing against mine, his tongue pushing past my lips and into my mouth. The golden liquid from the vial he had stolen poured across my back, and he wrapped his arms around me, his palms massaging it into my skin, kneeling as he moved down past my buttocks, and the back of my legs. His greasy fingers slid between my thighs, and up my hips, still stroking oil into my skin, his mouth wrapping around my member. My breath caught in my mouth, my hands going to the top of his head, the warrior in me wanting to tell him to stop, but the child in me urging him to continue as his tongue lapped circles around the head.
His hands clasped mine as I hardened in his mouth, continuing to fill his mouth for a bit before pulling away to stand again, running his still stick hands up my arms, and against my throat, almost my entire body now slick with oil now. His hand moved to continue the job his mouth had been doing, his eyes on mine. I hated to show that I enjoyed it, having been taught that emotion was failure, but I could help a slight moan as he reached past, rubbing his fingers against my sphincter.
“You can enjoy this, Cole,” He whispered, taking his hands off me completely to shed his own clothes, and press a second bottle of the oil into my hand, “Now it’s my turn.” He leaned against one of the desks, waiting.
I unscrewed the cap deliberately, pouring it liberally in my hands, the scent mixing mildly with what he had been using on me, creating a still pleasant aroma. I mixed it carefully against my palms before pressing them to his chest, sliding my fingers up his chest, and across his shoulders. His eyes locked onto mine again, neither of us really paying attention to what my hands were doing, or where they were doing it.
It wasn’t long before we were both completely oiled.
“You’re all glistening.” He smiled kissing me again.
“I would think this would be rather slippery.” I noted, rubbing a circle into the oil coating my wrist.
“You’ll learn that that’s a key part in what I’m going to teach you for my first lesson.” He pulled me close for a moment, before turning me around to push me over the top of one of the desks. I bit my tongue before the menial groan could pass my lips, the uncomfortable ridge of the desk pressing against my phallus. Sirius kept me held down with one hand, the other pouring what was left of one of our vials of oil on my backside, before smearing it into the crevice, and then onto his own member.
I was worried for a moment that he was going to actually penetrate me –something that was punishable by exile, or even death, but I shouldn’t have worried as he pressed his member along my backside, pressing it tightly between my gleaming buttocks, stroking himself against my skin. My arms were trapped under my chest, making it difficult to turn and get a good look at him, but I could hear the pleasure in his moans, and was surprised when he pulled away from me, pulling me roughly back around to face him, pushing me instead against the wall this time, pushing our members together, his movements scratching my back against the rough partition between the classroom and the outside world. His hands pulled my legs around his hips, the pressure of his body against mine being the only thing keeping me from dropping to the floor, and my arms wrapped around his neck, as his mouth pressed to mine again, the wall cutting in my back quicker now, until I groaned, my seed spurting between our chests. His mouth smiled against mine, slowing his pace, lowering one of my legs back to the floor, steadying me against the wall a little more, as his own peak hit, fueled by mine. He held me for an extra minute, his forehead pressing against my shoulder.
“I guess we have to head back to the bath house now, don’t we?”